wild child with a way of surprise
look me in the eyes
i'm wild, i'm wise
i've seen all kinds of skies
i know the lies
i've had spies
worn the disguise
had a demise
but look at me
i rise
i hear the cries
and i've had highs
rolled snake eyes
didn't comprimise
‘cause i know everything dies
and there's no good guys
you can't decriminialize
i'll leave you cross-eyed
i'm the prize
no matter how many times you try
i'm just a wild child that you despise
with a way of surprise
that makes you want to die
where's my nobel prize